She asked if we could stop at a liquor store and get a bottle of wine for her. I fixed two nice steaks and we had baked potatoes and corn on the cob w...ith them. She drank the whole bottle of wine and we had a great fun conversation. Nothing sexual had happened. She was being totally non-sexual, just talking like an old friend and getting to know me, letting me get to know her. It was kind of cool, actually.After dinner, she wanted to see the rest of my house, so I showed her around. I'd made the. "I will show you your sleeping quarters", she said as she led me down another hall until we reached a large open area,Here there were three long rows of sleeping platforms (or pods) with clear plastic covers and cameras everywhere. I immediately understood. It was exactly like the sleeping room at the slave training facility. Everything was designed to supervise sleeping slaves so that there could be no masturbation during the night. She saw from the expression on my face that I understood."Now. " She was blushing, not able to lift her head and even look at me while she made, what I'm sure she believed was, her confession. "I don't know why, but I think about you and Debbie, and that day, all the time now." What would happen if you and I just did what Debbie and I did?" I think I expected her to say that she was hoping that I'd want to do that, and the idea of me doing it to her was what really turned her on."That isn't what I want. I want to see you and Debbie again. Just like before.. It was one of those occassions where I didn't use oral as foreplay, Rhonda laid on her back to take my 9.5" cock in her hands, stroke its length and admire it before I sheathed it in a condom to tease her outer pussy lips open. Once they flopped open and swollen, I slowly pushed the head against her inner lips until they clutched and suckled it. Now it was time to rub it against the g-spot with a quarter to a half of its length. From the sounds that eminated from Rhonda she was well on her.